OSKAR
CHAPTER TWO
The cab ride from Hudson Yards to Kai’s building does not take long. On the way inside, I barely notice the lobby because we keep bumping hands. Every touch is like a live wire.
“Cameras in here,” he says as we step into the elevator.
There are only two doors on the thirty-fourth floor. He unlocks one, and I follow him inside. Sunlight pours in through the windows across the room, and I catch a glimpse of the river below. Everything fades away when Kai turns to face me.
He is well-built, obviously no stranger to the gym, but I am slightly taller than he is. His hair is a mess. Light brown, maybe dark blond in the right light, falling forward in loose waves. One piece curls low on his forehead.
My gaze finds his eyes, and I step forward for a closer look. They are very blue, clear in a way that doesn’t seem real. My heart flutters when I realize they are holding me in place.
Damn. This could be more than I meant to walk into.
His lips are full and slightly parted. I try to look away, but the pull is already there.
Vad fan?
This is too close, too much, but I don’t step back. I don’t even think about it.
His plump lips are pouty enough to make me a little hard, imagining what they could do. It shouldn’t matter.
Fan.
It matters.
Heat pools low in my stomach. I move before I think, closing the last of the space between us. I raise my hands and cup his cheeks. When he wraps his arms around me, something in my chest gives way.
Waiting is for cowards, so I kiss him. Our lips meet briefly, and then I pull away.
Not enough. Not even close.
I kiss him again, harder this time, opening his mouth with mine. The low sound he makes goes straight to my dick. I work my fingers into his hair and angle his head. The kiss turns rougher, and his mouth gives. The heat builds quickly.
His hands slide up my back, trying to lead. He is working too hard to stay in charge because he is too afraid to let go.
I turn us, press him against the nearby wall, and growl as I pin his wrists above his head. I do not believe he likes it gentle, so I am not asking. But I watch closely, waiting for him to push back.
He does not, so I kiss him again. He wiggles unconvincingly, then goes still.
A sound breaks out of him, half protest and half need, and I want him even more. His tension unwinds, and his tongue moves with mine. It is not quite surrender, but something closer to trust.
That hits me harder than it should.
I ought to be controlling this better, but I want him too much to slow down.
When I pull back, it is only a few inches. Our mouths stay close, sharing breath. Kai may think he is hiding something, but his eyes give him away. He is looking for a place to land. My chest tightens. This is not how a hookup is supposed to feel.
He leans in and kisses me, and I let him take what he needs. I do not move when he slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes. As he slips his tongue into my mouth, he grinds against me. We are both hard, and the press of his cock against mine has lights flashing in my head.
I move my hips this time, rubbing our dicks together through our shorts. He gasps, breaking the kiss. When he slumps against me, I know I am right.
Kai does not want to lead; he wants to be held.
I’ve rarely wanted to be inside anyone this much. It will be everything I need right now, and judging from the way he is rutting against me, he wants it as much as I do.
I cover his mouth with mine, and his moan makes me even harder. He works a hand between us, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling the zipper down. I groan when he sneaks his hand under my briefs and closes it around my cock. Herregud! It feels like this is the first time someone has ever touched me.
He draws his mouth away from mine. “You’re fucking huge.”
It takes a second for me to stop panting. “You like it?”
His response is a rough sound in his throat.
I slowly unbuckle his shorts and slip my hand inside. His cock twitches against my fingers, and when I close my fist around it, he starts shaking.
“Jesus.” The strangled word is almost a sob.
I squeeze him. “You are very thick. And you are leaking.”
“For you.”
Together, we shove each other’s shorts out of the way, freeing ourselves. I look down and moan. His cock is throbbing in the narrow space between us, looking very pink in the evening light. He is circumcised. Since most Swedish men are not, cut dicks have always excited me.
He lets my cock go and sucks the precum off his fingers. I’m tempted to swivel him around, push him against the wall, and fuck him right here.
As I consider it, he sinks to his knees. I look down and gasp when he licks the head of my dick and sucks the stickiness off the tip before closing his lips around me.
“J?vlar.” My knees weaken as he draws me in. It has been so long since I was with anyone that the wetness and heat are almost too good to bear. His mouth is heaven.
He looks up, and our eyes lock as he tugs on my balls. When the tip of my cock touches the back of his throat, he works his tongue around me.
I make a pitiful noise and whisper, “Don’t stop.”
He drags his tongue along the bottom of my shaft when he pulls back, then sucks harder when he draws me back in. No one has ever blown me this way. His rhythm is unpredictable, so I cannot adjust. I am left to whimper and gasp.
“This has never felt so good.”
Helvete! It’s a wonder he doesn’t stand up and kick me out, but he only sucks harder.
How can this be so good with someone I have just met?
He takes me into his throat again, and all at once, I am very close to coming. I don’t want to, not until I am inside him.
I hunch over and squeeze his shoulders. “Stop.”
He sucks harder, and I shake him a little. “Stop, Kai. Do not make me come like this.”
His eyes widen as he pulls off, and after swiping his hand across his mouth, he says, “I’d like to swallow your cum.”
He is so earnest, it sounds like he is begging for a reward.
“Maybe later, if you still like me,” I say.
He gets to his feet. “Why wouldn’t I like you? I may love sucking dick, but I don’t do it for just anyone.”
That makes me feel so good I consider shoving him to his knees again.
“My cock is that special, eh? You like them big and strong?”
He laughs. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”
“I do not want to be full of myself, but I think maybe you want to be full of me.”
He glances away for a second, then smirks. “What?”
“Turn around.”
“Why?”
“Do it.”
His forehead crinkles, and he does as I ask.
His ass is muscular and tight, as fair as the snow.
A new wave of desire sweeps over me as I imagine fucking him.
I am sure of what I need, but the question is what he wants.
Making him feel good, no matter what it takes, is what will satisfy me the most.
He sucks in air as I run the fingertips of both hands down his back. Then he barks in surprise when I slap his ass.
I step closer, and when I lick the back of his neck, he shudders.
“Maybe…” I whisper.
When I kiss him there, he moans and presses back against me.
“Maybe what?” he whispers.
I slide a finger between his cheeks. He grunts as I trace downward, then starts trembling when I linger over his hole. As I begin circling it, he gives a long, urgent moan.
I kiss behind his ear. “I think you want my big, strong cock inside your sexy ass.” I press against his hole and say, “I am leaking enough to fuck you right here if you want. God, I know you will be so tight.”
He makes little sounds, and when he turns around, I can tell he’s trying to be quiet. Our eyes meet for an instant before he looks away. He is nervous, but I don’t think it is about getting fucked.
After a moment, he turns his eyes back to me. “I want you inside me. I like it when…” He pauses, swallowing hard. “When someone takes control.”
His confession hangs between us. A flicker of uncertainty in his eyes makes me wonder if he is worried I might judge him for this admission. Instead, I feel a surge of protectiveness.
“What else do you like?” I ask softly, running my thumb along his jawline.
He leans into my touch. “Muscular guys like you. Not gentle. Telling me what to do.”
This is even better than I thought, and now I understand why I have reacted to all his signals. He wants the same thing I do but in reverse.
He presses his face against my shoulder when I take him in my arms.
“Do not worry,” I say against his hair. “I will take care of you, baby.”
He holds on while the air conditioning hums in the background. Finally, he pulls back and tugs his shorts back up. I do the same.
“This way,” he says, taking my hand. “Bedroom’s in here.”
As he leads me down a hallway lined with abstract art, I admire the confident way he moves, despite the vulnerability he’s just shown.
His bedroom turns out to be as impressive as the rest of his home.
There is a sitting area by a huge window, offering an incredible view of Lower Manhattan.
Shades of gray and blue make it feel cozy despite the enormous bed against one wall.
All this has barely registered when Kai asks, “How do you want me?”
“Naked on the bed,” I say, my voice husky. “On your hands and knees so I can open you up.”
He strips quickly and squeezes his dick. Precum oozes out the slit.
“Do not waste time,” I order, using my boss voice.
As he positions himself on the bed, my stomach flutters with excitement. Has it really been over a year since I have done this with someone? Hopefully, I can last long enough to make him miss me when I leave.